Bài hát TheGoldenAge - Woodkid. Walking through the fields of gold. In the distance, bombs can fall. Boy we're running free. Facing light in the flow. And in the cherry trees. We're hiding from the
Put your hands on the wheel. Let thegoldenage begin. Let the window down. Feel the moonlight on your skin. Let the desert wind. Cool your aching head. Let the weight of the world. Drift away
I wished I lived in thegoldenage Giving it up on the Broadway stage Hang with the rats and smoke cigars Have a break with Frank and count the stars. Dressed to the nines, with hair to match Shiny
Song TheGoldenAge of Rock 'n' Roll - Mott The Hoople. Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy . Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies. Fighting for a
word Reich, say what you like. . We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress. The scabaret sacrilegends. This is theGoldenAge of Grotesque. . We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to
Ladies and gentlemen. Thegoldenage of rock 'n' roll Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies. Fighting for a
Song TheGoldenAge of Rock 'n' Roll - Mott The Hoople. Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy . Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies. Fighting for a
